The Problematic Prince - Side Story 10 - Sound of Brilliant Light

The ice in the glass was already starting to melt. Bjorn heard something and glimpsed over his shoulder. The afternoon sun cast a gentle glow upon the crystal glass on the table. He considered filling it up again, but instead turned his attention to the documents in his hands.

A shadow emerged from the bedroom, hovering near the bed.

“Erna?”

The shadow moved toward him, coming into the light of the balcony. A beautiful young woman revealed herself to him, with a soft smile on her lips. She looked like a lady of Lorca, dressed in such revealing clothing and that was when Bjorn noticed the sparkle of a silver band around the woman’s ankle.

“Well, good afternoon and welcome, Lady Lorca,” Bjorn said with a smile. He relaxed into the cushion pile.

“How do I look?” the lady said, throwing a cloak over the back of a chair.

“Did you really wear that dress out in public?”

“Yes, the Queen gifted it to me. They say its customary to wear it when invite by an esteemed guest and everyone was so delighted that I adhered to it. Naturally, Lord Bayer confirmed it did not contradict any Lechen etiquette conventions.” Despite her poised demeanour, Erna’s voice quivered a little.

Bjorn swept aside a bit of his fringe that was tickling his forehead and reached for the wine. Only upon the glass reaching his lips, did he remember it was empty. Bjorn simply tilted the glass and let the soothing coolness of a piece of ice sooth his lips.

The vibrant dress, which reminded Bjorn of the Peacocks plumage, suited Erna surprisingly well. An ornamentation embellished with large jewels and a veil of intricately embroidered gold lace. Garments the hues of Erna’s eyes. The colour of the cloth draped over her body seemed to accentuate her fair skin.

Bjorn’s gaze lingered on Erna’s exposed waist beneath the not quite long enough top. His eyes slowly went down until he stopped on the golden jewellery on her ankle. The small piece seemed to be the source of the tinkling sound.

“Pardon me…Bjorn?” Erna said, apprehensively. “Does it look odd?” she said, as she fidgeted, her hands nervously “The Lorca royal family all praised me. Especially my ankle.”

“What, your ankle?”

“Yes, they said that I had lovely ankles. Its somewhat embarrassing to admit, but in Lorca, its considered a compliment to a beautiful woman.” Erna said shyly.

Bjorn chuckled at the amusing turn. Erna smiled back, gently lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her pretty pink ankle. The blush on her cheeks only heightened his desire for her.

Growing bolder, Erna stepped out onto the balcony and paced about with her ankle on full display. Bjorn watched her, ankles swaying with each step, a wistful smile on her lips.

Her awkward gait could hardly be considered seductive, it would probably be mortifying to call it such, and well, there were some foolish sorts that would fall for it.

Bjorn bit down on the ice numbing his tongue and sat upright. At his subtle cue, Erna ceased her playful seduction and approached him. Her eyes gleamed like precious gems, eagerly awaiting appraisal.

Bjorn felt utterly captivated by her and with a heavy sigh, got up to seize Erna around the waist. He drew her in close to him. Her startled gasp broke the tranquillity of the balcony and he seized her lips as she fell on top of him. Gently lifting the unsettling veil, Bjorn expertly grab her woven braid at the nape of her neck, which crafted lovingly by her cherished handmaiden.

“Bjorn, wait a moment, this…”

Erna’s barely uttered words disappeared into Bjorn’s lips. The gentle tinkle of her adornments only fed into his fervent yearning.

Releasing her momentarily, Bjorn grasped her shoulders and drew her in closer. He offered her a smile as she looked at him dazed. He hoped this moments reprieve would satisfy his anklet wearing deer.

Flushed and abashed, Erna simply placed her hands on him, gold bracelets on her wrist jangled and swayed gently.

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It was like the sound of light. Bjorn couldn’t think of any other way to describe it in the moment, unable to capture the essence of it.

The sound of a moan laden with liquid warmth was sourced from Erna as he watched her body swaying on top of him. Her pursed lips called his name. With eyes clouded by passion, Bjorn could not stop looking at Erna.

As if chasing the light, Erna arched her back with all her might, groaning and shaking. Bjorn understood the plea in her eyes, but was powerless to do anything about it. Erna was very bashful in such a dominant position, which only made Bjorn even more crazy.

Erna steadied herself by placing both her hands on Bjorn’s shoulders. Bjorn whispered comfort into her ear as he guided her. Her feverish gaze, flushed cheeks and even the perspiration that nestled in the cradle of her bosom all added to her allure.

As the late afternoon sun cast a honeyed glow about them, Bjorn laid Erna down, who had collapsed after letting out a cry that was more like a scream. Without hesitation, he positioned himself on top of her. Erna looked at him when he kissed her.

Bjorn forged a path of kisses all the way down to her ankle and as he kissed around the gold adornment, the sun sparkled and glinted off the jewellery, casting her in a mesmerizing display of grandeur or eroticism.

The urge to devour the woman from tip to toes was overwhelming. The urge to dominate and to yet, to yield, warred within his mind, creating a jumbled mess of desires.

As if to erase the confusion, Bjorn thrust into Erna, who let out a wild moan as he went in as deep as he could. He hugged her as she went limp, taking hold of her trembling body.

“You’re selfish, Erna,” Bjorn whispered softly. “Now its my turn.”

As she lay beneath Bjorn, her body unable to overcome the strong force, Erna felt herself getting pushed away with each thrust. Bjorn grabbed her waist and pulled her back. Erna let out a tortured moan of unbearable pleasure. He was too fast and before long, Erna could feel him in the deepest parts of her, a pressure growing in her stomach and engulfed her.

She twisted and gripped the tassels of the cushions, now only seeming to realise their position out on the balcony, in full view of the garden. The realisation of it only heightened the pleasure of it. She watched the white curtains beyond Bjorn dance and wave in the wind. Each time Erna tensed her stomach against the anticipation of Bjorn, she noticed his face twist and he would moan.

She looked at him blankly, that obscenely beautiful face looking down at her. She wanted him to tell her she did well, that she was pretty, that he loved her and those eyes told her all of that and more.

She liked him when he was distracted by lust, for his showed his true feelings when he was distracted. She also loved him for the way he would make her lust for him. It was good. Erna enjoyed this moment of savage desire.

“Does it hurt?” Bjorn said, slowing only a little. Erna shook her head rapidly, feeling disappointment at him slowing.

Tell me Erna, he had often said. Tell me or I wont know.

“I’m…fine,” Erna reassured Bjorn. “I love you so much, more if you keep going.”

Bjorn let out a low curse and a bark of laughter that made Erna flinch. Could something be wrong? Erna became aware of the world spinning around her, her head lolling from side to side. It wasn’t until Bjorn was right up in her face did she realise that he had lifted her up to him.

“Can we change position?” Erna said.

“You don’t like this?”

Erna liked it, but she loved it more when she was laid down, she could feel it better, but perhaps a lady should not speak so immodestly.

Bjorn watched Erna for a long time, waiting for something more, but in the end, she just kissed him and continued their love making. Bjorn gripped the nape of her neck and intertwined his tongue with hers.

The symphony of noises, accompanied by a brilliant display of lights, appeared to electrify the balmy afternoon, echoing like an untamed chime.